He wouldn’t deny it, seeing the helpless and weak creatures of Helovia crash-land in his home had raised two main feelings within him. Annoyance, of course, and hunger. The sheer number of them suggested they were going to be a threat - there was no way the Rift would be the same after such a mass immigration - and he was worried about what they could do to lessen the impact. Their blood seemed weak and watered down, as evidence by the lack of colour on many of their coats, and he did not rejoice in the idea of them mingling with his kind.
Luckily, he mused as he paced along the shallow shoreline of Ultima, many of them seemed to be land-dwellers. So they would mostly be a problem for the fae of the night-forests and the others.
Still, this was an issue for them all to deal with and they weren’t going to have much time to fret.
It was nighttime in Ultima - almost indistinguishable from the day at this time of year, except the rain had tapered somewhat and the world was black instead of a hazy dark-blue. The vibrant, sickly-green glow of Nostromo’s markings and eyes was brighter in this darkness - sometimes the change in the glow was the only way for him to know what time of day it was.
In the thick, choking darkness of the night Nostromo continued to pace - a slow and steady gait with carefully placed hooves upon the bits of glass and sand that composed this shore. He was keeping watch around him, but his attention was on the water.
The glow of his body may seem, to some, something that would hinder a hunter - but tonight he was using it to his advantage, and it was only a matter of time before the show began.
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His keen eyes spotted the fish starting to arrive - some of them glowing a similar green to that which laced his body, some of them other colours still - and he continued to swish his tail slowly to draw them over. He sensed the presence of someone else, another horse-like creature nearby, but hoped they wouldn't venture close enough to chase off his dinner.
Unfortunately, that was not the case and his pacing slowed - attention shifting away from the water and towards her. She was the mind-speaker of the fae, he recognized her but couldn't remember her name. Although he had heard her gentle voice in his mind before, the intrusion still made him bristle slightly.
As for her question, a grunt was his response - followed by something of a smile that curled back the long, tapered corners of his mouth to reveal the one set of gleaming teeth that she would be able to see. Then it was his turn to tilt his head - silently asking the question on his mind. What did a princess of the fae need with a predator?
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He waited - watching her with those unblinking, glowing eyes. Almost everything about him was built to be a predator - with only the parts of his equine blood watering down the effect. He moved almost the same as they did, the other horses. He could trot, he could gallop, but there was an undeniable sense of prowling to his movements as well.
This wasn't the first time he had been asked to help kill to complete a task, but he preferred the fae mare's method of asking more than the way the immigrant stallion had.
Or perhaps he was just biased towards someone he knew was from this world and not somewhere else.
He nodded his agreement. It would be no trouble - he had been hunting, anyway, and her presence would not be too much of a hindrance. For one, she was nearly silent - she wouldn't frighten off the pray. His gaze flickered back out to the ocean, to the fish that awaited there, but before he moved any further he required just a little bit of clarification from her. "Does it matter what animal?"
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Another nod at her answer. If there were no specifications, this would be easier - they could hunt for the fish and sea creatures in the shallows like he had planned instead of travelling elsewhere to find different prey.
He gestured to the water, encouraging her to wade in. He was unaccustomed to hunting with others - many from Akvo City were still herbivores or omnivores and did not need so much hunt as they did forage. Some of his fellow soldiers, usually the younger ones, were queasy with the idea of aiding in a hunt so Nostromo had learned to hunt alone.
He didn't realize that the blood that gave him his strangest features thrived off of a solitary life.
But that did not mean he was without ideas. She could move in the shallow water, frightening the fish and encouraging them to move towards him - but then it was just as likely that they would travel back out to sea.
"The fish will arrive faster and if we spill blood in the water." He commented in a casual voice - watching her still. Just a few drops would do, and he had heard rumours that fae blood was among the sweetest.
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Although it was tempting to use his teeth, to taste the sweetness of her flesh and the silver blood he knew travelled in her veins, he resisted. He could feel his own heartbeat pick up for a moment at with the temptation.
He was better than that.
Slowly, he drew his prehensile tail through the water, shifting a little so he was standing in a way that he could reach her with his tail but watch the movement as well. The actual cut was made quickly - he had no desire to draw it out, for the benefit of both of them - and her silver blood pooled, looking strange where it lay on the green glowing tip of the blade. His nostrils widened at the smell but that was the only animal response he allowed himself to it, he then lowered his tail and moved it - washing it of the blood in the water before them.
Only then did he answer her question about what else she could do. "When I tell you, move in the water to startle the fish."
Hopefully, with the addition of the blood in the water, her movements would help more than they would hinder.
And sure enough, with the help of the silver fae blood the glowing fish returned to the water - lured in by the tail that Nostromo continued to move slowly through the water. He swished it near the fae, moving it through the water near the one the fish would not consider a predator, luring them into an easy state. "Now." He hissed, both his jaws and tail ready to make a strike on the fleeing fish.
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